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So here I am. Flanked on one side by a pair of Grunts, pinned on the other by a cloaked Covenant Elite with a Plasma Rifle and an itchy trigger finger. My cover has been blown by the preceding firefight, my green MJOLNIR armor contrasts against the snow-covered landscape, and now Covenant Banshees are closing in overhead. And as if that wasn't bad enough, a Covenant Hunter is standing on the adjacent bridge lobbing Plasma grenades my way Crap. That just wiped my shields clean. I back away from the overturned Plasma Turret that provided my coverage and I scuttle through the walkway behind me and wait as the doors close and my shields recharge. Now that I know what's out there it'll be a different story when I return. ... My shields are back online. Time for a weapons check. One Assault Rifle, full clip. Useless. I drop it in favor of a Covenant Plasma Rifle. It's previous owner, a Covenant Elite, won't be needing it anyway.
Approximate Word count = 633
Approximate Pages = 2.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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